Perhaps their friendship still existed when they first reunited but after the fiancée fiasco, their childhood friendship seemed to have diminished gradually.
Quentin halted any attempts from Isabelle to approach him.
Isabelle closed her eyes in agony at that thought but managed to maintain an emotionless tone. “That’s an oversight on my part. Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll hang up now.”
Quentin ended the call and kept his phone.
Iris instinctively glanced at Quentin when he approached her. “Who called?”
“Isabelle.”
Iris was stunned for a moment. ‘Isabelle? Why was she calling him?’ Iris wondered. ‘Had she not given up yet? Was she trying something else?’
Quentin smiled when he saw Iris staring at him begrudgingly with a questioning gaze. He reached his hand out to ruffle her head. “Just ask if you have questions,” he said. “Why are you holding back?”
Iris smacked his hands off in displeasure. “What?” she squeaked. “Aren’t you supposed to report automatically?”
‘Report?’ Quent